Chapter 197 - 197 Jobless Obviously

As I walking straight into my office building and ignore him.

When I reach the office my phone starts ringing again, and I retrieve it as I enter my office room.

"Hello, President Gu," I greet.

"Miss Wei Lin, I'm calling to confirm our Monday appointment." His soft voice seeps into my ears.

My man might see him as a threat, but he's not, although his voice is really quite s.e.xy.

"Would lunchtime be okay?" he asks.

I sit in my chair and swivel to face my desk, horrified to find Feng Teng stood in front of me, prowling like a raging beast, his chest heaving.

He looks incensed. I scan outside of my office that only wall by the mirror and see Fu Heng and Yi Lan sat at their desks watching intently, making no attempt to hide their interest.

Then I glance over my shoulder to find Xu Feng Brother in his office, but, thank God, he's oblivious, looking completely wrapped up in something on his computer screen.

"Wei Lin?"

With the impending drama unfolding before my eyes, I forgot that I'm in the middle of a business call.

"President Gu, I'm sorry," I look up at Feng Teng questioningly, but he ignores me, continuing with his menacing performance with no regard for our location or spectators.

"Yes, all fine," I try and sound professional and assertive.

I fail miserably. Instead, I sound edgy and nervous.

"Are you really okay?" He question throws me.

Clearly I don't sound okay.

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"Yes, fine, thank you," I say.

"Good. So, you broke your own rule?" President Gu asks weirdly.

My heart skips a few beats.

"Pardon?" I squeeze the word through my sudden nervous breathing.

"President Feng. Isn't he is a client?" He throws me the question.

I don't know what to say. No, he wasn't a client, not when I was working on Deng Tai, but I'm not stupid enough to point that out.

As President Gu knows that I'm supposed to be working for Feng Teng too. Supposed to be. I haven't been back to working on the Mansion yet, and Feng Teng hasn't pushed it.

"Yes," It's the only word I can think of.

"How long you have been seeing him?"

My blood runs cold as I search my brain for the right thing to say.

"A month probably," I stammer down the phone.

Why is he asking this so suddenly? Isn't he being too busybody right now?

"Hmmm. That's very interesting," he replies.

My blood runs even colder.

Why would that be very interesting? And I'm still staring into Feng Teng eyes of that I would die for, and I've got another man on the end of the phone sounding like he's got something to tell me, something that's going to send me crashing and burning from Feng Teng Galaxy, not that I'm on it at this particular point in time.

"What's interesting for that?" I ask.

And I sound terribly nervous, which is fine because I am.

What does he actually know?

"President Gu. We will discuss that when during our meeting." I cut him

"Okay." He agreed.

Afterwards I hang up. That was unbelievably rude, but I don't know what else to do or say.

As Feng Teng is stand facing my desk, looking like he might rip my head off anytime, but for what?

Oh, Bloody hell, in the space of five minutes, we've gone from cavorting on the pavement to a stand-off.

We stare at each other for a while and I flick my gaze over to Fu Heng and Yi Lan outside, who seems to have settled in for the show.

To be fair, it is pink elephant room territory. He's not to be ignored, and even if their heads were down, I know their full attention would still be on the brooding man looming over my desk, emanating hostility. Their brazenness could be classed as brave.

I settle my eyes back on Feng Teng, but I'm reluctant to make the first move for fear of it all blowing up and my boss coming to investigate the commotion.

As I can't sit here all day looking at him, though.

"Excuse me,I'm at work," I say quietly and tightly.

I've no faith in my feigned stanchness. He looks fit to burst with rage.

"Who was that?" He nods at my phone.

"You should already know the answer to that question," I say, placing my phone on my desk.

Was his performance in front of President Gu anything to do with this?

I could feel as if President Gu knows something and Feng Teng knows he does.

That much pretty obvious.

"You won't see him again." he grinds the words out, clearly and slowly.

Okay, now I'm very worried.

"Why?" I don't bother pointing out that President Gu is one of my clients.

He knows that and judging by the look on his face, he doesn't care.

"You just won't. It's not a request, but an order. And you won't defy me on this." He starts chewing that f.u.c.k.i.n.g lip, still brooding, still shaking with anger.

I can't do this here and not in the middle of my office. Also can't withdraw from the GU's Building contract.

Because I'm totally f.u.c.k.i.e.d,completely f.u.c.k.i.n.g screwed.

Gosh! I need a drink, more now than ever.

"Feng Teng, I'll see you at our home, can we," I say quietly.

"Yes, you will." He turns and walk out.

I flop back in my chair and release a long rush of breath that I hadn't realised I was holding.

Life with Feng Teng is a frigging roller coaster and now he's stropped off, I'm going to be worried about him for the rest of the afternoon.

As I'm bursting with uncertainties, but I know one thing for certain. I'm not going back to his tonight. I think I need time, clear thinking space to sort myself out before I'm landed with more shit.

He answers a question, then another pops up.

"Gosh, what is he doing here?" Fu Heng chirps as he storms into my room.

I ignore Fu Heng.

"Xiao Wei," he says as he perches on the corner of my desk.

It creaks its customary protest, I wince my customary wince and Xu Feng Brother performs his customary ignorance.

"Now, the President Gu has been in touch and insisted on a research trip to Z city," He informs.

Oh f.u.c.k. I didn't see that coming.

After being awarded the design contract at Deng Tai, Gu group partner had insisted on genuine European everything, so I was sent to London on a research and sourcing trip.

And President Gu has stressed his desire for sustainable materials on the Gu building, but I didn't anticipate in this.

The complexity of this proposal hits me hard in the stomach. The fact that the trip will be in aid of Gu Building project will probably send my man into the grave, and if I go by what has just transpired, I will probably be in that grave with him too.

"Is it really necessary to go?" I ask.

Please say no, please say no.

"Yup. Absolutely, President Gu insisted on it. I'll look at flights for you." He creaks his way back up from my desk and takes himself back to his office.

President Gu insisted? Shit! I'm in trouble here.

There is not a chance in hell that I'll get to London, definitely not with Feng Teng to stop me, and then where will that leave me?

I know where...job-less, that's where. I break out in a sweat.

"Coffee, jie?" Er Xi appears from the stationary cupboard, looking as miserable as she did earlier.

Damn it, I need wine desperately.

"No thanks, Er Xi," I answer.

I look up and see Fu Heng and Yi Lan with their heads down.

Good. I can spend the rest of the afternoon worrying about my life drama in peace. I suddenly wish I didn't have to meet Mo Yuan after work.

Seeing Mo Yuan is the last thing I want to do.

"Here you are, Xiao Wei. Your flight details.

"Let me know when it suits for you," Xu Feng Brother hands me a printout of scheduled flights and I shove it in my bag.

Gosh! I'll think about that later. He leaves me in peace and I feebly try to carry on with my work.